Every now and again, a little voice pipes up inside my mind. I’d like to say that this voice comes out of nowhere, but it usually comes out of a day in which I’ve survived solely on chocolate and vegetables.

This is what the little voice says:

Protein. Prooooooootein. PROOOOOOOOOTEIN! Please?

I think it might be this little voice that keeps causing my jars of sunflower seed butter and White Chocolate Wonderful peanut butter to magically become half-empty in the space of fifteen minutes, and for my stomach to become correlatively half-full. But that could also just be my nut butter addiction, for which a twelve step process has yet to be formalised.